Thoughts I Had When I Realized Everyone at my New School Assumed I was the German Exchange Student

It was late November when I had a horrible realization about the new school I had been attending for four months. This is a true story.

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Why are the hallways always so crowded during the passing period?

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*friendly girl I don't know smiles at me and says "Guten Tag!"* Hmm, she must know that my family is hosting a German Exchange student for the year. She probably wants me to pass that greeting along to Sarah (🇩🇪). Will do.

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Alright onto home room.

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Hello to you too Mr. A!

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How do I like it here? You mean at DHS? "Oh well everyone at this school is so nice and welcoming, they've made being the new kid not nearly as bad as I thought it would be."

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No? You didn't mean at DHS? What did you mean then?

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How do I like it here in America? That's an odd question.

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"Well I guess I like it as much as the next American. I mean it's got it's faults, sure, but it's not too bad."

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Why does he look confused?

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Why did he just tentatively ask for confirmation that I was American?

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I mean I know I'm the new kid, but why did he assume I'm not from this country?

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Oh wait.

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Oh God.

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No.

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NO.

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"MR. A DO YOU THINK I'M THE GERMAN EXCHANGE STUDENT?!"

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He looks horrified.

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I'm horrified

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He silently nodded. OH MY GOD

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HE THOUGHT I WAS THE GERMAN EXCHANGE STUDENT! WHERE DID THAT EVEN COME FROM?!

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Wait.

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Hold up.

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Does EVERYONE think I'm the German Exchange student?!

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Oh my god. That's why someone said "You're so good at English" the other day